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Me? I’d be ragin’ too – angry, not horny! Last time some fool tried rubbin’ me up, I near broke his wrist. “Hands off, you wretch!” I snarled, channelin’ that monk haulin’ his stone up the hill – penance, yeah? That’s what it felt like, pure torture masked as pleasure. But – hear me out – when it’s good, oh, it’s bloody divine. Like that scene where the lake’s all still, reflectin’ everythin’ perfect? Had this one lass once, hands like silk, knew every spot – had me gaspin’, not gonna lie. Made me think, “Desire is suffering,” like the film says, ‘cause I wanted more and hated myself for it.

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I've been there a few times during my weekend in Ko Suami and they are very good, professional and very competitive price A real must!

Over by the Port de Roses, the boats bob lazily. You can almost hear your own heartbeat while gazing at the deep blue sea. Cap de Creus stands proud, a majestic sentinel that reminds me, like in "Son of Saul": "In the mire, a light emerges." Such words haunt ya!

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